Showing posts with label Patriarch Jacob. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patriarch Jacob. Show all posts

Thursday, September 8, 2022

Snoring upon the flint

Weariness can snore upon the flint,
when resty sloth finds the down pillow hard.
 
-- William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, Act 3, Scene VI


Weary Jacob made stones for his pillows at Bethel

Sunday, August 21, 2022

The inspiration for letting your light so shine before men is in Isaiah's condemnation of the phony, self-absorbed ritual fasts of the house of Jacob


 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven. 

-- Matthew 5:16

Feed the hungry,
and help those in trouble.
Then your light will shine out from the darkness,
and the darkness around you will be as bright as noon.

-- Isaiah 58:10



Moreover when ye fast, be not, as the hypocrites, of a sad countenance: for they disfigure their faces, that they may appear unto men to fast. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward. 

-- Matthew 6:16

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Number One Stupid Thing I Heard in Church in 2010

Well, the year isn't over, but I don't think there's much chance that what I heard on Christmas Eve will be bested for its completely uncritical superimposition of contemporary preoccupations on an ancient, remote culture by any other thing I might yet hear before January 1:

The patriarch Jacob "was alone, a fugitive, and a disgrace to all. He himself felt like a failure. ... a poor, helpless, and forsaken man." The prophets might have gone so far as to liken Jacob to a worm, but Genesis does not.

This is the introspective conscience of the West at work on the text, the self-doubt which has nearly reached its apogee in Europe and America and explains its decline. It deliberately glosses over the evidence about Jacob, who consistently to the end strives with the God of Abraham and Isaac, acquires a large family and great wealth, and throughout retains the promise and blessing of God, who in fact frequently deigns to visit and contend with him.

Pretty good for an aplastic man on whom people could not quite get a handle, unlike his brother who had made his mark on the world but of whom none of these things would be said. Jacob's virtue was that he was clay in the potter's hand. The latter may be in control, but the clay has properties of its own.  Of Esau, well, let's just say he set up early. His passion had led him elsewhere.

At Christ Church, Presbyterian Church in America, Grand Rapids, Michigan.